Chapter 3

"You ready?" Asked an anxious Missy as her and Baxter stood within a few hundred yards of "God's Palace's" entrance..

"Guess so." Was the reply her partner gave her. Missy could sense something was bothering Baxter, so she began to prod him for an explanation.

"Baxter," She began, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He replied dryly.

"Bullshit." She quipped.

"No Bullshit." He answered back.

"Baxter, I've known you for six years. I know when something's bothering you." She said placing her hand on his shoulder. "Now what is it?" Baxter sighed, his partner was persistent, and if he tried to push it off, her prodding would just get worse.

"I don't like this job." He began. "It is too dangerous."

"So was Mayfield," She retorted, "And look how great we were then."

"That's different." He replied.

"How?" Asked Missy.

"We were better prepared for that job. This one was kind of thrown at us. And it's 'God's Palace' for God's sake. These people are notorious for their twisted methods of torture. There are rarely any survivors. That, and I'm worried about what they would do to you if they caught you. The nasty things that the guards would do. If they get me, I could live with that. But you, no. I wouldn't be able to go on."

"Oh shush." Scolded Missy. "Nothings gonna happen, we're gonna go in, and get out with what we need. Just like always. And I promise, we will be fine." With that, she wrapped her arms around Baxter's neck and brought her lips to his. Baxter then wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her closer. The moment was perfect. That is until, Missy separated herself from Baxter, and gazed into his light brown eyes.

"Ready?" She asked.

"As I will ever be." He replied smiling, running his hands through her blonde hair. "Let's do this." And the duo made their way to the front gates of God's Palace.

Crowley groaned as he woke up, his eyes trying to focus on his surroundings. His head was pounding, his right shoulder was killing him, and he was sure someone was dragging him. Confused he began to struggle, but groaned in pain when he attempted to move shoulder. Suddenly, a familiar voice distracted him from his pain.

"Oh good, you're up." Quipped Dex, "Now your ass can walk." With that, Dex dropped Crowley's limp form on the ground. Crowley grunted in pain, as Dex searched for their pilot. Sitting up, Crowley dragged himself to a nearby broken brick wall, laying beside it, he examined his shoulder.

"Dislocated" He thought. "Perfect." Straightening himself up against the wall, he put his left hand on his right shoulder, and pressed on it, which was immediately met with burning pain. Ignoring said pain, Crowley pressed harder onto his shoulder until he heard the pop of a bone going back into place.

"Jesus Christ, that hurt." Groaned Crowley. Noticing Dex was examining something, Crowley stood up and shambled over to him. To his surprise, Dex was holding a gun, a Desert Eagle in fact.

"What are you doing?" Asked a grumpy Crowley.

"This gun has been used." Answered Dex. "Looks like someone shot off a few rounds before they were captured."

"What makes you think they were captured?" Asked Crowley.

"There's some marks in the dirt that show evidence of someone being dragged. There is blood on the ground over there," Said Dex pointing to a small blood stain on the ground nearby the pilot chair of the helicopter. "And our pilot is missing."

"So?" Growled Crowley as he sat down, propping himself against the helicopter.

"Well," Began Dex, "Put two and two together, we have signs of a struggle, a gun that has three missing rounds in the clip, and our pilot is gone. Henceforth, our pilot, Rick-"

"I know who Rick is Dex." Snapped Crowley.

"Rick, was conscious before both of us, was spotted by the bad guys, pulled his gun, fired a few rounds, was disarmed, smacked across the head with something, most likely, the butt of a gun, and was dragged away."

"How can you be sure he is still alive? He could have been killed." Retorted Crowley.

"I thought so at first," Answered Dex, "But what would they want with his body? God's Palace guards are sick bastards, but they don't have the necessary respect to dispose of the body properly. So they must have knocked Rick out and carried him off. Where to, I'm not sure." Dex stood from his crouching position.

"However," He started, "I did follow the drag trail to a set of tire tread marks. I'm sure they will lead us to him." Crowley, grunting in pain as he did so, stood up and walked over to Dex.

"We, have other things to worry about." He stated. "More important things. Remember, the weapons deposit?"

"Yes." Answered Dex, "But, we were shot down a mile or two out from the depot anyways. Who's to say that The people who took Rick, weren't the guards from said depot?" Crowley opened his mouth to protest, but he had a point. IF Rick truly was there, then they could handle that after they deal with the more pressing matter.

"Fine." Growled Crowley, "But if he isn't there, he's dead. Even if he isn't, he soon will be and there isn't much we can do about it." Turning his back to the hooded ninja, he limped his way to the helicopter to find his prized shotgun.

"Looking for this?" Mused Dex, who happened to be holding Crowley's gun. With a smirk, Dex tossed the gun into Crowley's hand. With a glare, The Alpha Team second-in-command limped past his partner.

"Let's go." He muttered.

"Wee," Quipped Dex, "Road Trip!"

"Shut it." Snapped Crowley.

"Ooohhh, Grouchy." Mused Dex.

"I swear to god," Growled Crowley, "I will punch you so hard in the face, your mask will break into a million pieces!"

"This is gonna be a real joy." muttered Dex under his breath.

HI Guys! I know it's been a while, but I have been sick and didn't feel up to updating, and i apoligize for the lack of Kevin in this chapter, he will be in the next. Also, I plan on killing off one of alpha team, so if anyone wants to submit an idea for a new member of the team, I'd be happy to hear it! So hope you enjoy, and i will hopefully you next week!